| Lyrics: | One, two, three, four, five, SIX SIX SIX!
It doesn't matter if it is good,
It only
matters if it rocks.
The main thing that we do is to rock your socks off.
There's no such
thing as a rock prodigy,
Cause rock 'n roll is bogus, right KG? ('Right!')
Only thing that
really matters is a classical sauce.
And that's why me and KG are classically trained
To
rock your fuckin' socks off!
Give 'em a taste, KG.
('Okay.')
That is Bach, and
it rocks.
It's a rock block of Bach,
That he learned in the school,
Called the School
of Hard Knocks!
Give it up for KG, give it up for me,
Give it up for KG, give it up
for me,
Give it up for rock,
Give it up for blues,
Give it up for everything that is
not to lose.
Now, rock your socks off, woman,
We'll rock your shit up, y'all.
Give it
up, children, now to freak your shit out!
All right!
Now I know what a lot of you are
sayin',
'I just figured out what I'm gonna do with the rest of my days.
I'm gonna get me an
oversized guitar,
Gain forty pounds, and be the next D.'
Well, I got sour news for you,
jack. It ain't that easy.
For instance, are you willing to make the commitment to wakin'
up
At the crack a' noon, for deep-knee rock squats?
Seven or eight at a time? In a row!
How 'bout, are you willing to make the commitment
To rock-hard tasty abs, washer-board
style!
Glistening in the sun.
How 'bout, are you willin' to make the commitment,
Of
wakin' up, goin',
'Okay, it's gig time, what t-shirt am I gonna wear?
I can't decide,
can't decide. Brain aneurysm!'
We've been through so much bullshit just to be here |
